"Right, 'cause you couldn't'a put your own shirt back on, obviously," Crabb says, even drier than before, but her face is still flushed and the eye roll that follows is fond enough. "I didn't exactly expect you to be up struttin' about before I was! Thought I'd get to, I dunno, introduce you or explain when we woke up. Mornin', Ferrier."

Her tie is still hanging loose and the last two buttons are still undone when she stops fussing with them so she can pour herself coffee.

"Good morning, Honoria. You've brought home quite the interesting companion."

Crabb holds a finger up at them both. "I'm not answerin' any of the questions that I'm sure are comin' until I have coffee in me."